From the category archives:

talk therapy

I Can’t HEAR Anything

March 2, 2009

I almost got a traffic ticket this morning.
I rushed out the door today, the sounds of a baby crying and a tiff with my husband ringing in my ears. I absently gave the babysitter rote instructions while stuffing my crap in my bag, in a hurry to get out the door.
Work is piling up and [...]

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What Exactly Is This “Balance” And Where Do I Look For It?

October 3, 2008

These are crazy days and nights.
I have a friend who, when I said I was considering a second child, gave me a dire warning:
“Two is HARD,” she said, coming from a place of sleep deprivation and honesty. “Really, really hard.”
I dismissed her a bit, laughing it off and taking it as a joke. But you [...]

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Baby Steps

September 25, 2008

Yesterday was a bad day, yo.
I didn’t get a shower and I freaked out because the baby slept too much (I know, someone, please give me a Valium), and the only clean underpants I had were those huge, stretchy ones that reach my ribcage and dude, I was not in the MOOD for those panties.
Can [...]

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The One With All The Cliches

September 24, 2008

Been there, done that.
Just like riding a bicycle.
Deja vu all over again.
Everything old is new again.
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I was cocky going in, that’s for sure. I’ve done this before, remember? I have a thriving three-year-old, whose current fascinations are choosing chapter books from the library and adding words she knows to a list we keep on the [...]

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Halfway Up

September 8, 2008

Shaggy and I spent an unusually contented two hours alone together Saturday evening, while Mr. C and The Poo went to Mass.
Normally we go to church, as well, but the boy had a string of bad days and even worse nights. He was finally asleep when it was time to leave for Saturday evening vigil, [...]

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Diagnosis: Homesick

May 20, 2008

Most of you know that I flunked my three-hour glucose test – and rather spectacularly, to quote the midwife – and the likely scenario is insulin for the remainder of my last trimester.
It makes sense – I had a mild case with The Poo, and I’ve felt so very, very crappy this time. I just [...]

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The Post I Wasn’t Going To Write

February 28, 2008

Every four weeks, my liberal value system is tested when I visit my OB/GYN for my monthly prenatal appointment.
Women of every age and varying states of fertility sit on one side of the hushed, tasteful waiting room of this private practice. Older women, clearly in menopause, with short sleeves in the middle of February and [...]

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How Did THAT Happen?

December 13, 2007

Stuffing Christmas cards into envelopes last night, I came across a name I didn’t recognize.
“Who’s that?” I asked my husband, pointing.
“Oh, that’s so-and-so,” he replied.
Oh, I said, and nodded, continuing to stuff and peel, stuff and peel.
“It’s weird, we’ve haven’t been gone that long … ” Mr. C began.
“But it seems like we’ve been here [...]

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The Crackdown

December 9, 2007

The Poo finally exhibited her worst behavior in front of her daddy.
Last night we attempted 5 o’clock Mass, and our girl was in top form. Backtalk, loud talking, yelling, singing at the top of her lungs, fake burping (I know, what the hell?), inappropriate dancing, defiance, extreme wiggling … all in front of the other [...]

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